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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 

Thanks  are  due  to  the  following  for  permission  to  use  material 
included  in  this  volume: 

To  the  Youth's  Companion  for  "A  Little  Boy  Ran  to  the  End  of 
the  Sky";  to  the  Woman's  Home  Companion  for  "Billy  Bumpkins," 
"Hippity  Hop  to  Bed,"  and  "A  Candle,  a  Candle  to  Light  Me  to  Bed"; 
to  St.  Nicholas  for  "Copper  Down  a  Crack,"  "On  the  Road  to  Tattle- 
town,"  "The  Thieves,"  "ToUv  Jinks,"  "A  Toe  Rhyme,"  "Captain 
Tickle,"  and  "The  Runways. 


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ANDREW,  PUDGE,  AND  BOBBY 

My  first  appreciative  audience 


A  LIST  OF  THE  RIMES 


A  Copper  Down  a  Crack 

I'm  Much  Too  Big  for  a  Fairy 

Did    You    Ever    Play    Tag   with    a 

Tiger? 
The  Blue  Song 
Hippity  Hop  to  Bed 
Boots,  Boots,  Boots 
Our  Little  Pat 
The  Animal  Show 
Tommy  Trimble 
Away  to  the  River 
I  Went  to  Town  on  Monday 
If  I  Were  Richer 
The  Army  of  the  Queen 
Romulus 

Where  Are  You  Going? 
Christopher  Crump 
Pinky,  Pinky,  Pang 
Tick,  Tock 

I've  Got  a  New  Book 
A  Matter  of  Taste 
Tommy,  My  Son 
Oh,  Said  the  Worm 
Buzzy  Brown 
The  Wind 
The  Hobo  Band 

Hootem,  Tootem,   Clear    the   Track 
Doctor  Drake 
A  Candle,  a  Candle 
Baxter 


Loddy,  Gin,  and  Ella  Zander 
As  I  Was  Going  Down  the  Hill 
A    Little   Boy    Ran   to   the    End   of 

the  Sky 
Twenty  Little  Snowflakes 
Slippery  Slim 
The  Thieves 
Upon  the  Irish  Sea 
Duckle,  Daisy 
A  Beetle  on  a  Broomstraw 
Mule  Thoughts 
Consolation 

The  Robin  and  the  Squirrel 
The  King  Had  a  Platter 
Confidence 
Bing,  Bang,  Bing 
Butterfly 

Beela  By  the  Sea 
Blue  Flames  and  Red  Flames 
Timothy  Grady 

Captain  Tickle  and  His  Nickel 
A  Race,  a  Race  to  Moscow 
The  Salesman 
A  Prince  from  Pepperville 
King  Kokem 
Old  Missus  Skinner 
Grandmother  Grundy 
Needles  and  Pins 
A  Toe  Rime 
Harry  Hooker 


A  LIST  OF  THE  RIMES— Continued 


A  Free  Show 

Billy  Bumpkins 

Useful  Knowledge 

Simple  Sam 

Oh,  Mother 

Cella  Ree  and  Tommy  To 

The  Hero 

Pensive  Percy 

Under  the  Willow 

High  on  the  Mantel 

Tipsy  Tom 

Jolly  Jinks 

Transformation 

Crown  the  King  with  Carrot  Tops 

The  Canada  Goose 

The  Thief  Chase 

Somebody 

The  Thunder  Baby 

Red  Lemonade  and  a  Circus  Parade 

To  Garry  on  the  Toot-Toot 

Doubbledoon 

Polly  Picklenose 

When  I  'm  as  Rich  as  Uncle  Claus 

Rinky-Tattle 

Old  Molly  is  Lowing 

Snowflakes 

Dippy-Dippy-Davy 

Paddy  Went  to  Pendleton 

Nigger-Nagger 

As  I  Came  Out  of  Grundy  Greet 

Doctor  McSwattle 

Columbus 

Dickie,  Dickie  Dexter 

On  the  Road  to  Tattletown 


Polly  and  Peter 

Plenty 

The  Runaways 

Babies 

Twenty  Thieves  from  Albion 

The  Carrot  and  the  Rabbit 

Hippy-Hi-Hoppy 

The  Freighter 

No  One  at  Home 

Patters  and  Tatters 

Hipperty,  Clickerty,  Clackerty,  Bang 

A  Man  Came  from  Maiden 

Baron  Batteroff 

Six  Little  Salmon 

Up  on  the  Garden  Gate 

'Most  Any  Chip 

A  Moon  Song 

What  Makes  You  Laugh? 

Timmy  O'Toole 

All  Aboard  for  Bombay 

Water 

Boats 

Pretty  Things 

Did  You  Ever? 

The  Party 

Terrible  Tim 

What's  the  Use? 

The  Rag-Man 

Whenever  I  Go  Out  to  Walk 

Hinky,  Pinky,  Pearly  Earl 

Moon,  O  Moon  in  the  Empty  Sky 

Sonny 

The  Stove 

I've  Got  a  Yellow  Puppy 


A  LIST  OF  THE  RIMES— Continued 


Discretion 

A  Beetle  Once  Sat  on  a  Barberry 

Twig 
Rain 

Old  Father  McNether 
Jerry  Was  a  Joker 
Jelly  Jake  and  Butter  Bill 
Cut  Up  a  Caper 


Eat,  Eat,  Eat 

Hetty  Hutton 

A  Big,  Fat  Potato 

A  Bundle  of  Hay 

Peter  Popper 

Old  Father  Annum 

The  Tippany  Flower 

Here  Comes  a  Cabbage 


PETER  PATTER  told  them  to  me, 
All  the  little  rimes, 
Whispered  them  among  the  bushes 
Half  a  hundred  times. 

Peter  lives  upon  a  mountain 

Pretty  near  the  sun, 

Knows  the  bears  and  birds  a7id  rabbits 

Nearly  every  one; 

Has  a  home  among  the  alders, 

Bed  of  cedar  bark. 

Walks  alone  beneath  the  pine  trees 

Even  when  it  s  dark. 

Squirrels  tell  him  everything 
That  happens  in  the  trees, 
Cricket  in  the  gander-grass 
Sings  of  all  he  sees; 
Rimes  from  bats  and  butterflies., 
Crabs  and  waterfowl; 
Btct  the  best  of  all  he  gets 
From  his  Uncle  Owl 

Sometimes  when  its  day-time, 
Btd  mostly  in  the  night, 
They  sit  beneath  an  oak  tree 
And  hug  each  other  tight, 
And  tell  their  rimes  and  riddles 
Where  the  catty  creatures  prowl — 
Funny  little  Peter  Patter 
And  his  Uncle  Owl 


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JINGLE,  JINGLE,  JACK,  A  COPPER  DOWN  A  CRACK 


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PETER  PATTER  BOOK 


A  COPPER  DOWN  A 
CRACK 

Jingle,  jingle,  Jack, 

A  copper  down  a  crack. 

Twenty   men   and   all   their 

wives, 
With   sticks  and   picks  and 

pocket  knives, 
Digging  for  their  very  lives 
To  get  the  copper  back. 

I'M   MUCH   TOO   BIG 
FOR  A   FAIRY 

I  'm  much  too  big  for  a  fairy, 
And  much   too  small  for  a 

man, 
But  this  is  true: 
Whatever  I  do, 
I  do  it  the  best  I  can. 


DID  YOU    EVER  PLAY 
TAG  WITH  A  TIGER? 

Did  you  ever  play  tag  with 

a  tiger, 
Or    ever   play    boo   with    a 

bear; 
Did    you    ever   put    rats    in 

the  rain-barrel 
To   give    poor   old    Granny 

a  scare? 

It's -fun  to  play  tag  with  a 

tiger, 
It's  fun  for  the  bear  to  say 

boo, 
But  if  rats  are  found  in  the 

rain-barrel 
Old  Granny  will  put  you  in 

too. 


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THE   BLUE  SONG 

Hot  mush  and  molasses  all 

in  a  blue  bowl  — 
Eat   it,   it's    good    for  you, 

sonny. 
'Twill  make  you  grow  tall 

as  a  telephone  pole — 
Eat    it,    it's   good    for   you, 

sonny. 

Fresh  fish  and  potatoes  all 

on  a  blue  plate — 
Eat   it  up   smart   now,   my 

sonny. 
'T  will  make  you  as  jolly  and 

fat  as  Aunt  Kate — 
Eat   it   up   quick    now,   my 

sonny. 


Sweet  milk  from  a  nanny- 
goat  in  a  blue  cup- 
Drink  it,  it's  good  for  you, 

sonny, 
'Twill  fill  you,  expand  you, 
and  help  you  grow  up, 
And   make   a  real   man   of 
you,  sonny. 

HIPPITY  HOP  TO  BED 

O  it's  hippity  hop  to  bed! 
I'd  rather  sit  up  instead. 
But  when  father  says  "must," 
There's  nothing  but  just 
Go  hippity  hop  to  bed. 


BOOTS,  BOOTS,  BOOTS 

Buster's  got  a  popper  gun, 

A  reg'lar  one  that  shoots, 

And  Teddy's  got  an  engine 

With  a  whistler  that  toots. 

But  I've  got  something  finer  yet — 

A  pair  of  rubber  boots. 

Oh,  it's  boots,  boots,  boots, 

A  pair  of  rubber  boots! 

I  could  walk  from  here  to  China 

In  a  pair  of  rubber  boots. 


THE  ANIMAL  SHOW 

Father     and     mother     and 


OUR  LITTLE   PAT 

Our  little  Pat 

Was  chasing  the  cat 

And     kicking     the     kittens 

about. 
When  mother  said  "Quit!" 
He  ran  off  to  sit 
On  the  top  of  the  woodpile 

and  pout; 
But  a  sly  little  grin 
Soon  slid  down  his  chin 
And  let  all  the  sulkiness  out 


Bobbie     will 


go 


To  see  all  the  sights  at  the 

animal  show. 
Where  lions  and  bears 
Sit  on  dining  room  chairs, 
Where  a  camel  is  able 
To  stand  on  a  table, 
Where  monkeys  and  seals 
All  travel  on  wheels, 
And  a  Zulu  baboon 
Rides  a  baby  balloon. 
The    sooner    you  're    ready, 

the    sooner    we  '11    go. 
Aboard,  all  aboard,  for  the 

Animal  Show! 


TOMMY  TRIMBLE 

Billy  be  nimble, 

Hurry  and  see 

Old  Tommy  Trimble 

Climbing  a  tree. 

He  claws  with  his  fingers 

And  digs  with  his  toes. 

The  longer  he  lingers 

The  slower  he  goes. 


THE  ANIMAL  SHOW 


AWAY  TO  THE   RIVER 

Away  to  the  river,  away  to  the  wood, 

While  the  grasses  are  green  and  the  berries  are 

good! 
Where  the  locusts  are  scraping  their  fiddles  and 

bows, 
And  the  bees  keep  a-coming  wherever  one  goes. 

Oh,  it's  off  to  the  river  and  off  to  the  hills, 
To  the  land  of  the  bloodroot  and  wild  daffodils, 
With  a  buttercup  blossom  to  color  my  chin, 
And  a  basket  of  burs  to  put  sandberries  in. 


I  WENT  TO  TOWN 
ON  MONDAY 

I  went  to  town  on  Monday 
To  buy  myself  a  coat, 
But  on   the   way    I    met   a 

man 
Who   traveled   with    a    car- 
avan, 
And  bought  a  billy-goat. 

I  went  to  town  on  Tuesday 
And  bought  a  fancy  vest. 
I    kept    the    pretty    buckle- 
straps, 
Buttonholes  and  pocketflaps, 
And  threw  away  the  rest. 


I  went  to  town  on  Thursday 
To  buy  a  loaf  of  bread, 
But  when  I  got  there,  good- 
ness sakes! 
The  town  was  full  of  rattle- 
snakes— 
The  bakers  all  were  dead. 

I  went  to  town  on  Saturday 

To  get  myself  a  wife, 

But   when    I    saw  the   lady 

fair 
I    gnashed    my    teeth    and 

pulled  my  hair 
And  scampered  for  my  life. 


IF  I  WERE  RICHER 

If  I  were  richer 
I'd  buy  a  pitcher 
With  scenery  on  it. 
'Jolica  ware — 
Storks  here  and  there, 
And  a  funny  affair 
With  ladies  on  it. 

In  half  a  minute 
I'd  mix  up  in  it 
A  wonderful  drink- 
Peppermint,  ice, 
Lemons  and  spice- 
Taste  pretty  nice, 
What  do  vou  think? 


THE  ARMY  OF  THE 
QUEEN 

O  the  Army  of  the  Queen, 
The  Army  of  the  Queen, 
Some  are  dressed  in  turkey- 
red 
And    some    are    dressed    in 

green ; 
A  colonel  and  a  captain, 
A  corporal  in  between, 
Their  guns   are   filled   with 

powder 
And  their  swords  are  bright 

and  keen; 
So  toot  your  little  trumpet 
For  the  Army  of  the  Queen. 

ROMULUS 

Romulus,  Romulus, 
Father  of  Rome, 
Ran  off  with  a  wolf 
And    he  would  n't   come 
home. 

When  he  grew  up 
He  founded  a  city 
With  an  eagle,  a  bear, 
And  a  tortoise-shef1  kitty. 


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WHERE  ARE  YOU  GOING? 


Where  are  you  going,  sister 

Kate? 
I  'm  going  to  swing  on  the 

garden  gate, 
And  watch  the  fairy  gypsies 

dance 
Their    tim-tam-tum    on    the 

cabbage-plan  ts- 
The  great  big  one  with  the 

purple  nose, 
And  the  tiny  tad  with  the 

pinky  toes. 


Where  are  you  going, 
brother  Ben? 

I  'm  going  to  build  a  tiger- 
pen. 

I  '11  get  iron  and  steel  and 
'lectric  wire 

And  build  it  a  hundred  feet, 
or  higher, 

And  put  ten  tigers  in  it 
too, 

And  a  big  wildcat,  and — 
mebbe — you. 


Where    are    you    going, 

mother   mine  ? 
I  'm  going  to  sit  by  the  old 

grapevine, 
And    watch   the   gliding 

swallow  bring 
Clay  for  her  nest  from  the 

meadow  spring — 
Clay  and  straw  and  a  bit  of 

thread 
To  weave  it  into  a  baby  s 

bed. 

Where  are  you  going,  grand- 
ma dear? 

I  'm  going,  love,  where  the 
skies  are  clear, 

And  the  light  winds  lift  the 
poppy  flowers 


And   gather  clouds  for  the 

summer  showers, 
Where  the  old  folks  and  the 

children  play 
On  the  warm  hillside  through 

the  livelong  day. 

CHRISTOPHERCRUMP 

Christopher  Crump, 

All  in  a  lump, 

Sits  like  a  toad  on  the  top 

of  a  stump. 
He  stretches  and  sighs, 
And  blinks  with  his  eyes, 
Bats    at    the    beetles    and 

fights  off  the  flies. 


PINKY,   PINKY,   PANG 

A  tortoise  sat  on  a  slippery 

limb 
And  played  his  pinky  pang 
For  a    dog-fish    friend    that 

called  on  him, 
And  this  is  what  he  sang: 
"Oh,  the  skies  are  blue, 
And  I  wait  for  you 
To  come  where  the  willows 

hang, 
And  dance  all  night 
By  the  white  moonlight 
To  my  pinky,  pinky,  pang!" 


TICK,  TOCK 

Tick,  tock!    Tick,  tock! 
Forty  'leven  by  the  clock. 
Tick,  tock!    Tick,  tock! 
Put  your  ear  to  Grandpa's 

ticker, 
Like  a  pancake,  only  thicker. 
Tick,  tock!    Tick,  tock! 
Catch  a  squirrel  in    half   a 

minute, 
Grab  a  sack  and  stick  him 

in  it. 
Tick,  tock!    Tick,  tock! 
Mister     Bunny      feeds     on 

honey, 
Tea,    and    taters  —  ain  't    it 

funny? 
Tick,  tock!    Tick,  tock! 
When   he   goes    to    bed    at 

night, 
Shoves   his   slippers   out   of 

sight; 
That  is  why  Old   Fox,  the 

sinner, 
Had     to     go     without    his 

dinner. 
Tick,  tock!    Tick,  tock! 
So  says  Grandpa's  clock. 


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TICK,  TOCK!    TICK,  TOCK!    FORTY 'LEVEN  BY  THE  CLOCK 


I'VE  GOT  A  NEW   BOOK 

I  Ve  got  a  new  book  from  my  Grandfather 

Hyde. 
It's  skin  on  the  cover  and  paper  inside, 
And  reads  about  Arabs  and  horses  and  slaves, 
And  tells  how  the  Caliph  of  Bagdad  behaves. 
I  'd  not  take  a  goat  and  a  dollar  beside 
For  the  book  that  I  got  from  my  Grandfather 

Hyde. 


A  MATTER  OF  TASTE 

"Thank  you,  dear,"  said  the 

big  black  ant, 
"  I  'd   like   to  go  home  with 

you  now,  but  I  can't. 
I    have   to   hurry   and  milk 

my  cows — 
The    aphid    herds    on    the 

aster    boughs." 
And  the  ladybug  said:   "No 

doubt  it's  fine, 
This  milk  you  get  from  your 

curious  kine, 
But  you  know  quite  well  it's 

my  belief 
Your   cows   are   best   when 

turned   to   beef." 


TOMMY,   MY   SON 

Tommy,  my  son,"  said  the 

old  tabby  cat, 
"Go  catch  us  some  mice,  and 

be  sure  that  they  're  fat. 
There's  one  family  lives  in 

the  carpenter's  barn; 
They've  made  them  a  nest 

of  the  old  lady's  yarn. 


But    the    carpenter    has    a 

young    cat    of    his    own 
That  is  healthy  and   proud 

and  almost  full  grown, 
And    consider    it,    son,    an 

eternal    disgrace 
To    come    home    at    night 

with   a   scratch   on   your 

face." 


OH,   SAID  THE  WORM 

"Oh,"  said  the  worm, 

"  I  'm  awfully  tired  of  sitting 

in  the  trees; 
I  want  to  be  a  butterfly 
And  chase  the  bumblebees." 


P3 


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BUZZY   BROWN 

Buzzy    Brown    came    home 

from    town 
As  crazy  as  a  loon, 
He  wore  a  purple  overcoat 
And  sang  a  Sunday  tune. 

Buzzy    Brown    came    home 

from    town 
As  proud  as  he  could  be, 
He  found   three   doughnuts 

and  a  bun 
A-growing  on  a  tree. 


THE  WIND 

The  wind  came  a-whooping 
down  Cranberry  Hill 

And  stole  an  umbrella  from 
Mother  Medill. 

It    picked    up    a    paper   on 

Patterson's   place 
And  carried  it  clean  to  the 

Rockaby  Race. 

And  what  was  more  shock- 
ing and  awful  than  that, 

It  blew  the  new  feather  off 
grandmother's  hat. 

THE   HOBO   BAND 

The  roads  are  good  and  the 

weather's  grand, 
So    I  'm  off   to  play   in   the 

Hobo   Band; 
With  a  gaspipe  flute  and  a 

cowhide  drum 
I  'm    going    to    make     the 

music    come. 
With  a  toot,  toot,  toot,  and 

a  dum,  dum,  dum, 
Just  hear  me  make  the  music 

come! 


THE  WIND  CAME  A-WHOOPING  DOWN   CRANBERRY  HILL 


HOOTEM,  TOOTEM, 
CLEAR  THE  TRACK 

Hootem,    tootem,    clear   the 

track ! 
I  caught  a  coon  on  Kamiak! 
Colonel    Clapp    and    Uncle 

Rome 
Have  hired  a  hack  to  bring 

him  home. 

DOCTOR   DRAKE 

On  a  hummock  by  the  lake 
Stands  the  home  of  Doctor 

Drake, 
Poor    old    doctor,    how    he 

works! 
Week    by    week    he    never 

shirks — 


Pulling  teeth  for  guinea- 
fowl, 

Soothing  puppies  when  they 
howl, 

Whittling     out     a     hickory 

Peg 
For  a  gander's  broken  leg, 

Giving  medicine  away 
About   a   hundred    times   a 

day, 
Linseed  oil  and  elder-bark 
To  a  croaking  meadowlark, 

Nasty,  bitter  yarrow-tea 

To  a  tipsy  bumble-bee, 

A  poultice  made  of  plantain 

leaves 
To  cure  a   rabbit  with  the 

heaves. 

Fever,  colic,  cramp,  or  stitch, 
Kitten-croup  or  beaver's- 

itch, 
Any  kind  of  pain  or  ache 
Is  cured  by  dear,  old  Doctor 

Drake. 


A  CANDLE,  A  CANDLE 


A  candle,  a  candle 

To  light  me  to  bed; 

A  pillow,  a  pillow 

To  tuck  up  my  head. 

The   moon   is  as  sleepy  as 

sleepy  can  be, 
The    stars   are    all   pointing 

their  fingers  at  me, 


And  Missus  Hop-Robin,  way 

up  in  her  nest, 
Is    rocking    her    tired    little 

babies    to    rest. 
So  give  me  a  blanket 
To  tuck  up  my  toes, 
And  a  little  soft  pillow 
To  snuggle  my  nose. 


BAXTER 

Baxter  had  a  billy-goat 
Wall-eyed  and  double  jointed. 
He  took  him  to  the  barber 

shop 
And  had  his  head  anointed. 

LODDY,  GIN,  AND 
ELLA  ZANDER 

Loddy,  Gin,  and  Ella  Zander 
Rode  to  market  on  a  gander; 
Bought  a  crane  for  half  a 

dollar ; 
Loddy  led  him  by  the  collar. 

Mister  Crane  said:  "Hi  there, 
master, 


Can  't  you  make  your  legs 

work  faster? 
We  can't  poke  along  this 

way." 
Then  he  slowly  flew  away. 
Loddy  held   him   fast,   you 

bet, 
And  he  hasn't  come  home 

yet. 

AS  I  WAS  GOING 
DOWN   THE  HILL 

As  I  was  going  down  the  hill 
In  front  of  Missus  Knapp's 
I  saw  the  little  Knapperines 
All  in  their  winter  wraps — 
Purple  mitts  and  mufflers 
And  knitted  jersey  caps. 

As  I  was  coming  back  again 
In  front  of  Missus  Knapp's 
I  saw  that  awful  lady 
Give  about  a  dozen  slaps 
To  every  little  Knapperine — 
I  thought  it  was,  perhaps, 
Because  they  gathered 

stickers 
In  their  knitted  jersey  caps. 


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GOING  DOWN  THE  HILL   IN   FRONT  OF  MRS.   KNAPP'S 


A  LITTLE  BOY  RAN  TO  THE  END  OF 

THE  SKY 

A  little  boy  ran  to  the  end  of  the  sky 
With  a  rag  and  a  pole  and  a  gooseberry  pie. 
He  cried:    'Three  cheers  for  the  Fourth  of  July!" 
With  a  rag  and  a  pole  and  a  gooseberry  pie. 

He  saw  three  little  donkeys  at  play, 

He  tickled  their  noses  to  make  them  bray, 

And  he  didn't  come  back  until  Christmas  Day — 

With  a  rag  and  a  pole  and  a  gooseberry  pie. 


TWENTY  LITTLE 
SNOWFLAKES 

Twenty  little  snowflakes 
climbing  up  a  wire. 

"Now,  listen,"  said  their 
mother,  "  don't  you  climb 
up  any  higher. 

The  sun  will  surely  catch 
you,  and  scorch  you  with 
his  fire." 

But  the  naughty  little  snow- 
flakes  did  n't  mind  a  word 
she  said, 

Each  tried  to  clamber  faster 
than  his  fellow  just 
ahead; 

They  thought  that  they'd  be 
back  in  time  enough  to 
go  to  bed. 

But  they  found  out  that  their 
mother  wasn't  quite  the 
dunce  they  thought  her, 

The  sun  bobbed  up — remem- 
ber this,  my  little  son  and 
daughter — 

And  turned  those  twenty 
snowflakes  into  twenty 
drops    of  water. 


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SLIPPERY  SLIM 

Slippery  Slim,  a  garter  snake, 
Leaned    against    a    garden 

rake 
And    smiled    a    sentimental 

smile 
At  Tilly  Toad,  on  the  gravel 

pile, 
Till   that   bashful   miss   was 

forced  to  hop 
And    hide    her    face    in    a 

carrot-top. 


THE  THIEVES 

Tibbitts    and    Bibbitts    and 

Solomon  Sly 
Ran    off    one    day    with    a 

cucumber  pie. 
Tibbitts    was    tossed    by    a 

Kensington    cow, 
Bibbitts  was   hanged    on    a 

brambleweed  bough, 
And    poor  little  Solomon  — 

what  do  you  think? 
Was     drowned     one     dark 

night  in  a  bottle  of  ink. 


UPON  THE  IRISH  SEA 

Some  one  told  Maria  Ann, 

Maria  Ann  told  me, 

That   kittens   ride   in  coffee 

cans 
Upon  the  Irish  Sea. 

From  quiet  caves  to  rolling 

waves, 
How  jolly  it  must  be 
To  travel  in  a  coffee  can 
Upon  the  Irish  Sea! 

But  when  it  snows  and  when 

it  blows, 
How  would  you  like  to  be 
A  kitten  in  a  coffee  can 
Upon  the  Irish  Sea? 

DUCKLE,   DAISY 

Duckle,  duckle,  daisy, 
Martha  must  be  crazy, 
She  went  and  made  a  Christ- 
mas cake 
Of  olive  oil  and  gluten-flake, 
And    set   it   in    the    sink  to 

bake, 
Duckle,  duckle,  daisy. 


DUCKLE,  DUCKLE,  DAISY 


A  BEETLE  ON  A 
BROOMSTRAW 

A  robin  and  a  wren,  as  they 

walked  along  one  night, 
Saw  a  big  brown  beetle  on 

a  broomstraw. 
Said  the  robin  to  the  wren: 

'What    a    pretty,    pretty 
sight- 
That  big  brown  beetle  on  a 

broomstraw!" 


So  they  got  their  plates  and 

knives, 
Their    children     and     their 

wives, 
And  gobbled  up  the  beetle 

on  the  broomstraw. 

MULE  THOUGHTS 

A  silly  little  mule 
Sat  on  a  milking  stool 
And  tried  to  write  a  letter  to 

his  father. 
But  he  could  n't  find  the  ink, 
So  he  said:    T  rather  think 
This  writing  letters  home  is 

too  much  bother." 


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CONSOLATION 

A  dime  and  a  dollar 
Took  me  by  the  collar 
And  whispered  this  word  in 
in  my  ear: 

"We  must  leave  you  to-mor- 
row, 
But  prithee  don't  sorrow, 
We  '11  come  back  to  see  you 
next  year." 

THE  ROBIN  AND  THE 
SQUIRREL 

Said  the  Robin  to  the  Squir- 
rel, 

"How  d'  you  do?" 

Said  the  Squirrel  to  the 
Robin, 

"How  are  you?" 

"Oh,  I've  got  some  cherry 
pies, 

And  a  half  a  dozen  flies, 

And  a  kettle  full  of  beetles 
on  to  stew. 

Said    the    Squirrel    to    the 

Robin, 
"How  d'  you  do?" 


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Said     the     Robin     to     the 

Squirrel, 
"How  are  you?" 
"  I  ve  a  nest  that  s  nice  and 

neat, 
And   a  wife   that   can't   be 

beat, 
And  I  'm  every  bit  as  happy 

now  as  you. 

THE  KING  HAD  A 
PLATTER 

The  King  had  a  platter 

Of  brisket  and  batter, 

The   Prince  had  a  Belling- 

ton  bun, 
The  Oueen  had  a  rose 
To  put  to  her  nose 
As  soon  as  the  dinner  was 

done. 


CONFIDENCE 


CONFIDENCE 

There  s  a  corner,  way  down 

by  the  river, 
Shut  in  by  a  big  cedar  log, 
Where  there's  all  kinds  of 

creepers  and  crawlers, 
Some  whoppers — as  big  as 

a  frog. 

If  you  can  keep  quiet  about 

it, 

And  not   tell  either    Pinkey 

or   Dan, 
I  'm  not  saying  but  mebbe 

I  '11   give   you 
Four  or  five  to  take  home 

in  a  can. 

BING,  BANG,  BING 

A  little  boy  bought  him  a 

great  big  gun — 
Bing,  Bang,  Bing! 
He     shot    three     humming 

birds  on  the  run, 
And    an    elephant    on    the 

wing. 

He    drove    all    the    snakes 
from  the  county  roads, 


And   the    beetles    from   the 

trees ; 
He  killed  all  the   bats  and 

the  warty  toads, 
And     everything     else    like 

these. 

So  here's  to  the  boy  with 
the  great  big  gun! 

Sing,  my  laddies,  sing! 

Who  shot  three  humming 
birds  on  the  run, 

And  an  elephant  on  the 
wing. 


BEELA  BY  THE  SEA 

Catch    a    floater,    catch    an 

eel, 
Catch  a  lazy  whale, 
Catch  an  oyster  by  the  heel 
And  put  him  in  a  pail. 

There's    lots    of    work    for 

Uncle  Ike, 
Fatty  Ford  and  me 
All   day  long   and   half   the 

night 
At  Beela  by  the  sea. 


BUTTERFLY 

Butterfly,  butterfly, 

Sit  on  my  chin, 

Your  wings  are  like  tinsel, 

So  yellow  and  thin. 

Butterfly,  butterfly, 
Give  me  a  kiss; 
If  you  give  me  a  dozen 
There's  nothing  amiss. 

Butterfly,  butterfly, 

Off  to  the  flowers, — 

Wee,  soulless  sprite 

Of  the  long  summer  hours. 


BLUE  FLAMES  AND 
RED  FLAMES 

Blue  flames  and  red  flames 

In  a  world  all  dark; 

Blue  flames  and  red  flames, 

And  a  tiny  spark 

Hurrying  to  heaven,  lest  it 
should  be  late; 

Lest  the  cautious  seraphim 
close  the  shining  gate, 

And  leave  the  little  wan- 
derer forevermore  to  fly 

Like  an  orphan  angel 
through  the  endless  sky. 

TIMOTHY   GRADY 

Poor  little  Timothy  Grady 
Screwed    up   his   face   at   a 

lady, 
And,  jiminy  jack! 
It  wouldn't  come  back. 
The  louder  he  hollered 
The  tighter  it  grew, 
His  eyes  are  all  red 
And  his  lips  are  all  blue. 
Oh,  mercy  me,  what  in  the 

world  will  he  do? 
Poor  little  Timothy  Grady! 


CAPTAIN  TICKLE 
AND    HIS    NICKEL 

Captain  Tickle  had  a  nickel 
In  a  paper  sack, 
He  threw  it  in  the  river 
And    he   couldn't    get   it 

back. 
Captain     Tickle     spent     his 

nickel 
For  a  rubber  ball, 
And  when  he  cut  it  open 
There    was    nothing    there 

at  all. 


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HI!   HI!   WHO  WILL  BUY  A  WEE  LITTLE  CLOUD 


A  RACE,  A  RACE  TO 
MOSCOW 

A  race,  a  race  to  Moscow, 

Before  the  close  of  day! 

A  race,  a  race  to  Moscow, 

A  long,  long  way! 

First  comes  a  butterfly  a- 
riding  on  a  frog, 

Next  comes  a  water  rat 
a-f bating  on  a  log; 

A  caterpillar  on  the  fence, 
a  hopper  in  the  hay — 

Who'll  get  to  Moscow  be- 
fore the  close  of  day? 


THE  SALESMAN 

Hi!  Hi!    Who  will  buy 

A  wee  little   cloud   for   the 

pretty  blue  sky? 
Some  are  purple,  some  are 

red, 
And  all  are  soft  as  a  feather 

bed. 
Hi!    Little    children,    won't 

any    one    buy 
One    little     cloud    for    the 

pretty    blue    sky? 


A   PRINCE   FROM 
PEPFERVILLE 

A   prince  came  down  from 

Pepperville 
In  satin  and  in  lace, 
He  wore  a   bonnet   on   his 

head 
And  whiskers  on  his  face. 

And  when  he  came  to 
Battleburg 

This  is  what  befell: 

He  gave  the  king  and  cabi- 
net 

A  half  a  peanut  shell. 


KING   KOKEM 


King  Kokem  lay  snoozing  upon  his  brass  bed — 

Oh,  play  an  old  tune  on  your  fiddle! 

With  shoes  on  his  feet,  and  a  crown  on  his  head  — 

Oh,  tune  up  your  rusty  old  fiddle! 

He  dreamed  of  a  land  where  the  lions  were  tame, 

Where  they  fried  their  lamb-chops  on  a  griddle, 

Where  they  called  all  the  parrots  and  monkeys  by  name 

Oh,  play  us  a  tune  on  your  fiddle! 


He  dreamed  of  a  sea  filled 

with  raspberry  pop, 
With  a  cocoanut  isle  in  the 

middle, 
Where  the   stones   and   the 

boulders    had    icing    on 

top— 
Go  strike  up  a  tune  on  your 

fiddle! 

He  dreamed  of  a  sky  where 

the  moonbeams  all  danced 

While  a  comet  was   telling 

a    riddle, 
Where    the    stars    and    the 
planets   and    sun-dogs    all 
pranced 
While  the  moon  played  his 
fiddle  de  diddle. 


OLD  MISSUS  SKINNER 

Old  Missus  Skinner 

Had  dumplings  for  dinner 

And    sat    on    a    very    high 

stool ; 
When  she  cut  thru  the  hide 
There  was  nothing  inside, 
Which    I  'm    sure    was    not 

often    the    rule 


-ra^rurr— 


GRANDMOTHER 
GRUNDY 

O  Grandmother  Grundy, 
Now  what  would  you  say 
If  the  katydids  carried 
Your  glasses  away — 

Carried  them  off 
To  the  top  of  the  sky 
And  used  them  to  watch 
The  eclipses  go  by? 


NEEDLES  AND  PINS 

Needles  and  pins,  hooks  and 

eyes! 
I    saw   a   doughnut   in    the 

skies. 
Flipper  jinks  the  circus  clown 
Climbed   a  tree   and   got  it 

down. 

A  TOE  RIME 

Tassle  is  a  captain, 
Tinsel  is  a  mayor, 
Tony  is  a  baker-boy 
With  'lasses  in  his  hair, 
Tipsy  is  a  sailor, 
With  anchors  on  his  chest, 
And  Tiny  is  the  baby  boy 
Who  bosses  all  the  rest. 

HARRY    HOOKER 

Harry  Hooker  had  a  book 
And  couldn't  find  a  teacher. 
But   still  he  managed   very 

well, 
He  climbed  a  box  and  rang 

a  bell 
And  turned  into  a  preacher. 


NEEDLES  AND  PINS,  HOOKS  AND  EYES! 


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A   FREE  SHOW 

Mister  McCune 
Can  whistle  a  tune. 

Old  Uncle  Strong 
Can  sing  us  a  song, 

Benjamin  Biddle 

Can  play  on  the  fiddle, 

Captain  O 'Trigg 
Can  dance  us  a  jig, 

And  I,  if  I'm  able, 
Will  tell  you  a  fable. 


BILLY   BUMPKINS 

Heigho,  Billy  Bumpkins, 
How    d'     you    grow     your 

pumpkins? 
"At  six  o'clock  I  sows  'em, 
At  ten  o'clock   I   hoes   'em, 
An'    jes    before    I    goes    to 

bed 
I    puts    'em    in    the    pump- 
kin shed." 

Tell  us,  Billy  Bumpkins, 
How  d'  you  sell  your  pump- 
kins? 
T  lends  'em  to  the  ladies, 
I  gives  'em  to  the  babies, 
An'    trades    a    hundred    for 

a  kiss 
To  any  pretty  little  miss." 


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USEFUL  KNOWLEDGE 

Candy  is  sticky, 
Sugar  is  sweet; 
When  cattle  are  killed 
They  are  turned  into  meat. 

Finches  are  yellow, 
Ravens  are  black; 
Puppies  run  off 
And  never  come  back. 

Father  is  fat, 
Mother  is  lean, 
And  Missus  Maloney 
Is  half  way  between. 


Heathen  are  naughty, 
Christians  are  nice; 
Chinamen  live 
On  millet  and  mice. 

Baptists  are  right 

And  Methodists  wrong, 

So  it  goes  on 

To  the  end  of  my  song. 

SIMPLE   SAM 

Said    Simple    Sam:     "Does 

Christmas    come 
In  April  or  December, 
In  winter,  spring,  or  harvest 

time, 
I  really  can't  remember." 


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OH,  MOTHER 

Oh,  Mother,  Oh,  Mother, 
Come  quickly  and  see, 
The    house   and    the    farm- 
yard 
Have  gone  on  a  spree. 

The  pig's  in  the  pantry, 
The  chickens  are  out, 
The  parrot  is  perched 
On  the  tea  kettle  spout. 

And  mercy,  Oh,  mercy, 
Oh,  what  shall  I  do? 
A  rat  has  run  off 
With  my  very  best  shoe. 

CELLA   REE  AND 
TOMMY  TO 

Two  funny  friends  that  you 

all  know 
Are  Cella  Ree  and  Tommy 

To. 
About  as   queer  as  friends 

can   be, 
Are  Tommy  To  and  Cella 

Ree. 
For    hours    they    sit    there 

grim    and    stable 


Side    by    side    upon    the 

table. 
Tom  is  red  and  Cella  pale, 
His  blushes  are  of  no  avail; 
She  sits,   in   spite  of  his 

endeavor, 
As  firm  and  undisturbed  as 

ever, 
A    funny    pair,    you    must 

agree, 
This  Tommy  To  and  Cella 

Ree. 


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CH  MOTHER,  OH  MOTHER,  COME  QUICKLY  AND  SEE 


THE   HERO 

My  dad  was  a  soldier  and 

fought  in  the  wars, 
My   grandfather   fought   on 

the   sea, 
And  the  tales  of  their  daring 

and  valor  of  course 
Put  the  sand  and  the  ginger 

in  me. 

I  'm  not  scared  of  tigers  or 

any  wild  beast, 
I  could  fight  with  a  lion  all 

right, 
I    wouldn't    be    'fraid    of   a 

bear  in   the   least — 
Excepting,    perhaps,    in   the 

night. 


But  sister,   she 's   skeery   as 

skeery  can   be, 
She 's    even    afraid    of    the 

bark    of    a    tree. 

PENSIVE   PERCY 

Percy  when  a  little  boy 
Was  quiet  as  a  mouse, 
He  never  set  the  barn  afire 
Nor     battered     down     the 
house. 

He  used  to  sit  for  hours  and 

hours 
Just  gazing  at  the  moon, 
And  feeding  little  fishes 
Sarsaparilla  from  a  spoon. 


UNDER  THE  WILLOW 

Put  down  your  pillow  under 

the  willow, 
Hang   up   your   hat   in    the 

sun, 
And  lie  down  to  snooze  as 

long  as  you  choose, 
For  the  plowing  and  sowing 

are  done. 

Pick    up    your    pillow    from 

under  the  willow, 
And   clamber   out   into    the 

sun. 
Get  a   fork  and  a  rake  for 

goodness'   sake, 
For    the    harvest    time    has 

begun. 


HIGH   ON   THE 
MANTEL 

High  on  the  mantel  rose  a 
moan — 


It  came  from  an  idol  carved 

in  bone — 
"Oh,  it's  so  lonesome  here 

alone, 
With   no   one   near   to   love 

me! 

A  cautious  smile  came  over 

the  face 
Of    a    pensive    maid    on    a 

Grecian    vase 
"Are  you  sure,"  she  said, 

with  charming  grace, 
There 's    no    one    near    to 

love  you?" 


TRANSFORMATION 


TIPSY  TOM 

Tipsy    Tom,    the    naughty 

fellow, 
Dressed    his    wife    in    pink 

and    yellow, 
Set  her  in  an  apple  tree, 
And    said:    "Now    catch    a 

bumblebee. " 

JOLLY  JINKS 

Jolly  Jinks,  the  sailor  man, 
Went   to   sea   in   an    oyster 

can. 
But    he     found    the    water 

wet, 
Fishes  got  into  his  net, 


So    he    pulled    his    boat  to 

shore 
And   vowed    he'd    sail    the 

seas  no  more. 

TRANSFORMATION 

Auntie  Ellen  found  her  poo- 
dle- 
Mercy!    Goodness  sake! — 
Playing     with     the     mully- 

wumps 
Down  along  the  lake. 

And   when   she   called   him 

tenderly 
He  didn't  want  to  come; 
It  took  her  over  half  an  hour 
To  get  the  rascal  home. 

She  washed  him  well  with 

shaving-soap, 
Pumice  stone  and  lye, 
She  showered  him  and  she 

scoured  him 
And  she  hung  him  up  to  dry. 

And  now  he  sits  there  quite 

serene, 
The    sweetest    poodle    ever 

seen. 


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CROWN  THE   KING 

WITH  CARROT 

TOPS 

Crown  the  king  with  carrot 
tops, 

Dress  him  in  sateen, 

Give    him    lots    of    licorice 

drops, 

With  suckers  in  between. 

For   he 's  a   king  with   lots 

of  power 
And  awful,  awful  fierce, 


He  kills  a  pirate  every  hour 
And  washes  in  his  tears. 

He  rides  a  charter  ten  feet 

high, 
A  dashing,  dappled  gray; 
Has  ginger  pop  and  lemon 

pie 
For  breakfast  every  day. 

So  get  a  royal  canopy, 
The  finest  ever  seen, 
And  whiskers  for  his  majesty, 
And  tresses  for  the  queen. 


THE  CANADA  GOOSE 

A  Canada  goose 

On  the  South  Palouse 

Is  singing  her  summer  song. 

Her  words  are  wise, 

And  she  greets  the  skies 

With  a  voice  like  a  steamer 

gong: 
Tf  you  harbor  your  wealth 
And  keep  your  health, 
You  '11  always  be  rich   and 

strong." 


THE  THIEF  CHASE 

Bricks  and  bones! 
Sticks  and  stones! 
I    chased    a    thief    through 
twenty  zones. 

I  found  his  hat 
On  Ararat, 

And  hurried  on  as  quick  as 
scat. 


In  a  day  or  two 
I  found  his  shoe 
Where    he    had    sailed 
Timbuktu. 


I  met  the  goat 
That  ate  his  coat 
Upon    the    road    to    Terre 
Haute. 

At  last  all  worn 
And  quite  forlorn 
I  chased  him  up  the    Mat- 
terhorn. 

SOMEBODY 

Somebody  give  me  a  pea- 
nut, 

Somebody  give  me  a  pear; 

I  want  to  go  down  to  the 
circus 

And  feed  all  the  animals 
there. 


for 


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THE  THUNDER  BABY 

Have  you  heard  of  the  Thun- 
der Baby 

Way  up  in  the  big  blue  sky  ? 

You  Ve  seen  his  cradle, 
maybe, 

And  maybe  you  've  heard 
him    cry. 

Most  of  the  time  he  s  sleep- 
in  p* 

Rolled  up  in  a  big  white 
cloud, 

But  when  he  's  awake  and 
hungry 

He  bellows  awfully  loud. 


And  when  he's  crying,  some- 
times 

You  can  hear  his  teardrops 
fall 

With  a  patter,  patter,  patter, 

Against  the  garden  wall 

But    when    he 's    madder  'n 

mischief, 
He   rolls,    and    growls,    and 

spits, 
And    kicks    the    clouds    all 

forty  ways, 
And  gives  the  weather  fits. 

Then   tears  come  down   in 

bucketfuls, 
And  children  dance  for  joy, 
Till  the  sun  comes  out  and 

soundly  spanks 
Her  Thunder  Baby  Boy. 


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RED   LEMONADE  AND  A  CIRCUS  PARADE 

Red  Lemonade 

And  a  circus  parade! 

Toop-tittle,  toop-tittle,  tum-tum-tum! 

An  African  horse, 

And  a  camel,  of  course, 

Toop-tittle,  toop-tittle,  tum-tum-tum! 

It's  hippity  hopper  and  hippity  ho, 

We're  off  for  a  day  at  the  elephant  show, 

With  a  toop-tittle,  toop-tittle,  tum-tum-tum! 


TO   GARRY  ON   THE 
TOOT-TOOT 

Oh,  I  want  to  go  to  Garry 
On  the  toot-toot,  toot-toot, 
You  and  I  together 
On  the  toot-toot,  toot-toot 
Go  run  and  ask  your  mother 
For  some  kind   of  cake  or 

other, 
And  a  bit  of  cotton  wadding 
For  your  ball-suit. 
Get  your  bobber  and  a  bat, 
And    be    back   as  quick  as 

scat, 
For    we've    got    to    go    to 

Garry 
On  the  toot-toot. 


DOUBBLEDOON 

Bobbin  rode  a  rocking-horse 
'Way  down  to  Doubbledoon, 
He  told  his  little  sister 
He  'd  be  back  that  afternoon. 
But  maybe  after  all  she 

did  n't 
Understand  him  right, 
For  he  wasn't  back  again 
Till  the  middle  of  the  night. 

And  what  did  little  Bobbin 

see 
'  Way  down  at  Doubbledoon  ? 
He  saw  a  crazy  Arab 
Throwing    bubbles    at    the 

moon, 
A  monkey  making  faces 
And  a  rabbit  in  a  rage, 
A  parrot  shouting  " Murder!" 
From  the  ceiling  of  his  cage. 

At    last   a    yellow   jumping- 

jack, 
A  camel,  and  a  coon, 
Chased  poor  little  Bobbin 
All  the  way  from  Doubble- 
doon. 


BOBBIN  RODE  A  ROCKING-HORSE  TO  DOUBBLEDOON 


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POLLY   PICKLENOSE 

"Polly,    Polly,    goodness 

gracious ! 
You  just  quit  your  making 

faces." 
Polly  laughed  at  what  they 

said, 
Cocked  her  nose  and  went 

to  bed. 

But  the   big    black   Bugoo 

heard, 
And    he   came    without    a 

word; 


Walked   right  in — you   bet 

a  nickel! 
In  his  hand  a  great  green 

pickle; 

Stalked  along  with  steady 

pace, 
Stuck    it    right    in     Pollys 

face, 
Pinned  it  fast,  and  there  it 

grows— 
Poor  Polly  Picklenose! 


T3plAT. 


WHEN   I'M  AS  RICH 
AS   UNCLE  CLAUS 

When  I  'm  as  rich  as  Uncle 

Claus, 
With  whiskers  on  my  chin, 
I  'm  going  to  have  a  great 

big  house 
To  put  my  people  in. 

I  '11  never  let  them  wander 
out 


Or  ride  with  me  to  town; 
They'll    come   a-running 

when  I  shout 
And  tremble  when  I  frown. 

1 11  have  some  men  in  sol- 
dier tents, 

A  pirate  and  his  mate, 

And  wildcats  all  around  the 
fence, 

And  mad  dogs  on  the  gate. 

RINKY-TATTLE 

Rinky-tattle,  rinky-tattle, 
Rinky-tattle — who  ? 
Little  Tommy  Taylor 
Is  a  rink v- tattle  too. 


OLD   MOLLY   IS 
LOWING 

Old    Molly    is    lowing    and 

lowing 
'Way    down    in    the    old 

meadow    lot. 
I  Ve   given    her   water   and 

clover, 
And  all  of  the  apples   I  Ve 

got; 


But  she  won't  eat  a  thing 

that   I   give  her, 
And    never    drinks   even    a 

sup, 
For  they  've  taken  her  baby 

to  market 
And  some  one  has  eaten  it 

up. 


I  'd   just  like   to  go  to   the 

city 
And   cut  them   all  up   into 

halves 
And    feed    them    to   sharks 

and    to    lions  — 
Those  people  that  eat  little 

calves. 

SNOWFLAKES 

The   snowflakes  are   falling 

by   ones   and   by   twos; 
There's  snow  on  my  jacket, 

and  snow  on  my  shoes; 
There 's  snow  on  the  bushes, 

and  snow  on  the  trees — 
It's  snowing  on  everything 

now,  if  you  please. 

DIPPY-DIPPY-DAVY 

Dippy-Dippy-Davy, 

Half  the  Royal  Navy 

In    the   dampness    and    the 

dark 
Was   driving   off   a   savage 

shark 
To  Dippy-Dippy-Davy. 


THE  SNOWFLAKES  ARE  FALLING  BY  ONES  AND  BY  TWOS 


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PADDY  WENT  TO 
PENDLETON 

Paddy  went  to  Pendleton 
With  money  in  his  pocket 
And  bought  the  pretty  ladies 

each 
A  shining  silver  locket. 

Paddy  went  to  Bunnyville 
On  Sunday  afternoon 
And  fed  the  little  bunnies 
Bread    and    gravy    with    a 
spoon. 


But  Paddy  is  a  hero  now, 
A  mighty  hero  too, 
He  saved  poor  Sally's  kitten 
From  a  pot  of  gummy  glue. 


NIGGER-NAGGER 

Nigger-nagger,  rag-a-tagger, 
Going  to  the  mill; 
Nigger-nagger,  rag-a-tagger, 
Trotting  down  the  hill, 
A    gunny-sack    of    Russian 

wheat, 
A  bushel-bag  of  rye, 
Nigger  nagger,  lazy-bones, 
We'll  get  there  by  and  by. 


AS   I   CAME  OUT  OF 
GRUNDY   GREET 

As   I   came  out  of  Grundy 

Greet 
Four    cats    were    marching 

down  the  street 

One  was  long  and  gray  and 

thin 
With    lots    of    whiskers    on 

his    chin, 

And    one    was    round    and 

sleek    and    fat 
(He    must     have    been     a 

butcher's     cat). 


One  was  dapper,  slight,  and 

frail, 
With    bells   and    tassels   on 

his    tail, 

And  one  had  starey  yellow 

eyes 
Almost  as  big  as  pumpkin 

pies. 

These  four  came  marching 

down  the  street 
As   I   came  out  of   Grundy 

Greet 


DOCTOR  McSWATTLE  FILLED  UP  A  BOTTLE 


DOCTOR  McSWATTLE 

Doctor  McSwattle 
Filled  up  a  bottle 
With   vinegar,   varnish,   and 

rum. 
And  offered  a  swallow 
To  all  who  would  follow 
The  call  of  his  trumpet  and 

drum. 
It's  good,  I  am  told, 
For  a  cough  or  a  cold; 
It's  good  for  a  pain  in  your 

thumb. 

COLUMBUS 

Columbus    sailed    over    the 

ocean    blue 
To  find  the  United  States. 
In     three     small    ships    he 

carried     his    crew, 
And  none  of  the  three  were 

mates. 

He    found    a    land    in    the 

western    seas, 
And  Indians  galore, 
With    jabbering   parrots    in 

the    trees, 
And  sharks  along  the  shore. 


He   filled   his   pockets   with 

sparkling   stones 
And    took    to    the    mighty 

main, 
With    a    couple    of    slaves, 

some    nuts    and    cones 
For    the    glorious    king    of 

Spain. 

Now  this  is  the  tale  Colum- 
bus told, 

And  most  of  the  tale  is  true, 

How  he  crossed  the  seas,  a 
sailor  bold, 

In  fourteen-ninety-two. 


DICKIE,  DICKIE 
DEXTER 

Dickie,  Dickie   Dexter 
Had  a  wife  and  vexed  her. 
She    put    him    in    a    rabbit 

cage 
And    fed    him    peppermint 

and  sage — 
Dickie,  Dickie   Dexter. 


ON   THE   ROAD  TO 
TATTLETOWN 

On  the  road  to  Tattletown 
What  is  this  I  see? 
A  pig  upon  a  pedestal, 
A  cabbage  up  a  tree, 
A  rabbit  cutting  capers 
With  a  twenty  dollar  bill— 
Now  if  I  don't  get  to  Tattle- 
town 
Then  no  one  ever  will. 

POLLY  AND   PETER 

Polly  had  some  china  cows 
And  Peter  had  a  gun. 
She  turned  the  bossies  out 

to  browse, 
And  Peterkin,  for  fun, 
Just    peppered    them    with 

butter   beans 
And  blew  them  all  to  smith- 
ereens. 

•  •  •  •  • 

Now  what  will  pretty  Polly 

do 
For    milk    and    cream    and 

butter   too? 


PLENTY 

There    are    plenty    feathers 

on    a    hen 
And  prickers  on  a  rose, 
There  is  plenty  roaring  in  a 

den 
Of  lions,  goodness  knows; 

There  are  plenty   fishes   in 

the  lake 
And  islands  in  the  sea; 
There  are  plenty  raisins  in 

this  cake 
For  even  you  and  me. 


THE   RUNAWAYS 

A  pipe  and  a  spoon  and  a 
tenpenny  nail 

Stole  a  tin  dishpan  and 
went   for    a    sail. 

But  the  cook  he  grew  curi- 
ous, 

Fussy,  and  furious; 

Gathered  his  trappings,  and 
went  on  their  trail. 

He  found  them  that  night 
in   a  pitiful  plight, 

And  sent  them  all  home  on 
the  ten  o'clock  mail. 


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BABIES 

Come  to  the  land  where 
the    babies    grow, 

Like  flowers  in  the  green, 
green   grass. 

Tiny  babes  that  swing  and 

crow 
Whenever  the  warm  winds 

pass, 

And    laugh    at    their    own 

bright    eyes    aglow 
In  a  fairy  looking-glass. 

Come  to  the  sea  where  the 

babies  sail 
In  ships  of  shining  pearl, 
Borne    to    the    west    by    a 

golden  gale 
Of  sun-beams  all  awhirl; 


And  perhaps  a  baby  brother 

will  sail 
To  you,  my  little  girl. 

TWENTY  THIEVES 
FROM   ALBION 

Twenty  thieves  from  Albion, 
All  with  butcher  knives, 
Coming  on  the  dead  run, 
Fighting  for  their  lives. 

See    the    man    from    our 

town. 
In  a  fancy  vest, 
Knocking   all   the   big  ones 

down, 
Chasine  all  the  rest. 


THE   CARROT  AND 
THE   RABBIT 

A  carrot  in  a  garden 
And  a  rabbit  in  the  wood. 
Said   the  rabbit,    'Beg  your 

pardon, 
But  you  're  surely  meant  for 

food; 
Though    you  Ve    started    in 

to   harden, 
You  may  still  be  very  good." 


HIPPY-HI-HOPPY 

Hippy-Hi-Hoppy,  the  big  fat 

toad, 
Greeted  his  friends  at  a  turn 

of  the  road. 

Said  he  to  the  snail: 
'Here's  a  ring  for  your  tail 
If  you'll   go   into   town   for 
my  afternoon  mail." 

Said  he  to  the  rat: 

'I  have  talked  with  the  cat; 

And  she'll  nab  you  so  quick 

you    won't    know   where 

you're    at." 


Said  he  to  the  lizard: 
"  I  'm  really  no  wizard, 
But  I  '11  show  you  a  trick  that 
will  tickle  your  gizzard." 

Said  he  to  the  lark: 
"When  it  gets  fairly  dark 
We'll  chase  the  mosquitoes 
in  Peek-a-Boo  Park." 

Said  he  to  the  owl: 

'If  it  were  not  for  your 

scowl 
I  'd  like  you  as  well  as  most 

any  wild  fowl." 

Said  he  to  the  wren: 
"  You  're  tiny,  but  then 
I  '11  marry  you  quick,  if  you  '11 
only  say  when." 


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THROUGH  FOG  AND  RAIN   I   RUN  MY  TRAIN 


'      THE  FREIGHTER 

Through  fog  and  rain 
I  run  my  train 
Wherever  the  track  is  laid, 
And  over  the  road 
I  carry  a  load 
Whenever  the  freight  is 
paid. 

A  kaddy  of  tea 

For  Genessee, 

For  Troy  an  empty  crate, 

A  man  in  brown 

For  Uniontown 

To  help  them  celebrate. 

NO  ONE  AT   HOME 

No  one  at  home  in  the  hen- 
house, 

And  no  one  at  home  in  the 
barn, 

Old  Brindle  has  gone  to  the 
neighbor's 

To  borrow  a  skein  of  brown 
yarn, 

To  borrow  yarn  for  the 
darning 

Of  socks  for  her  wee  spotted 
calf— 


The  little  rollicking  rascal 
Has  never  enough  by  half. 
And  Speckle  is  down  by  the 

willow 
Washing  her  chicks  in  the 

lake, 
While  old  Daddy  Cockle  is 

lying 
Abed  with  a  bad  toothache. 

PATTERS  AND 
TATTERS 

Patters  had  a  gallant  band, 

An  army  made  of  clay. 

But  Tatters  took  the  gar- 
den hose 

And  washed  them  all 
away. 


HIPPERTY,  CLICKERTY,  CLACKERTY,  BANG 

Hipperty,  clickerty,  clackerty,  bang, 

Get  in  a  corner  as  fast  as  you  can! 

The  sideboard  is  tipsy,  the  table  is  mad, 

The  chairs  have  lost  all  the  sense  that  they  had. 

So  hipperty,  clickerty,  clackerty,  bang, 

Get  in  a  corner  as  fast  as  you  can! 


A  MAN  CAME  FROM 
MALDEN 

A  man  came  from  Maiden 

to  buy  a  blue  goose. 
And   what    became   of    the 

gander? 
He  went  and  got  tipsy  on 

blackberry  juice, 
And    that   was   the    end    of 

the   gander. 

BARON  BATTEROFF 

The  mighty  baron,  Batteroff, 
Raised  a  whale  in  a  water- 
ing trough. 
When  the  whale  grew  large 

and  fat 
He  ate  the  baron's  brindle 

cat. 
But  pussy,  once   inside   the 

whale, 
Began  to  tickle  with  her  tail. 
This  the  monster  could  not 

stand, 
And   spewed   her  out  upon 

dry  land. 
That   night,    when    all    was 

fine  as  silk 


And    she    had    supped    her 

bread    and    milk, 
She   grinned    and    told    old 

Batteroff 
How  she  got  the  whale  to 

cough. 

SIX   LITTLE  SALMON 

I    sing  a   funny   song   from 

away  out  west, 
Of    six    little    salmon    with 

their    hats    on ; 
How   they   all   left   home — 

but  I  forget  the  rest — 
The    six   little    salmon   with 

their   hats   on. 


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I'LL  TREAT  THE  CLOWN 


UP  ON   THE  GARDEN 
GATE 

Set  me   up   on  the  garden 

gate 
And  put  on  my  Sunday  tie; 
I  want  to  be  there 
With  a  round-eyed  stare 
When  the  circus  band  goes 

by. 

Give  me  a  bag  of  sucker- 

ettes 
And    give    me    a    piece    of 

gum, 
Then  I  '11  get  down 
And  treat  the  clown, 
And  give  the  monkey  some. 

'MOST  ANY  CHIP 

'Most  any  chip 

Will  do  for  a  ship, 

If  only  the  cargo  be 

Golden  sand 

From  the  beautiful  land 

Of  far-off  Arcady. 

For  faith  will  waft 

The  tiny  craft 

O  'er  Fancy's  shining  sea. 


A  MOON  SONG 

Who   hung  his   hat  on  the 

moon? 
The  owl  in  his  bubble  bal- 
loon. 
One  bright  summer  night 
He  sailed  out  of  sight, 
And,    hooting   like    Lucifer, 

hung  in  delight 
His    three-cornered   hat    on 
the  moon. 


WHAT  MAKES  YOU 
LAUGH? 

'What  makes  you  laugh,  my 

little  lass, 
From  morning  until  noon?" 
'I  saw  a  dappled  donkey 
Throwing   kisses   at   the 


moon. 

'What  makes  you  cry,  my 

little  lass, 
And  get  your  eyes  so  reel?" 
"  I  saw  a  cruel  gardener  cut 
A  poor  old  cabbage  head." 


'What  makes  you  run,  my 

little  lass? 
You  re  almost  out  of  breath." 
"A    pumpkin   made   a   face 

at   me, 
And     scared     me     half     to 

death." 

TIMMY   OTOOLE 

When  Timmy  O'Toole 

Was  going  to  school 

He  picked  up  a  package  of 

gum. 
He  treated  the  preacher 
And  Sunday-school  teacher, 
And  gave  a  policeman  some. 


ALL  ABOARD  FOR 
BOMBAY 

All  aboard  for  Bombay, 
All  aboard  for  Rome! 
Leave  your  little  sisters 
And    your   loving   aunts    at 
home. 

Bring  a  bit  of  bailing  wire, 
A  pocketful  of  nails, 
And    half   a    dozen    Wiener- 
wursts 
For  every  man  that  sails. 

Tell  Terry  Tagg,  when  you 

go  by, 
Be  sure  to  bring  his  dog. 
All  aboard  for  Bombay 
On  a  floating  cedar  log! 


WATER 

There  s   water   in   the   rain 

barrel; 
And  water  in  the  well, 
There  s  lots  of  water  in  the 

pond 
Where     Hannah     Hawkins 

fell. 

There  's  water  in  the  ocean, 
And  water  in  the  skies, 
And  when  a  fellow  blubbers 
He  gets  water  in  his  eyes. 

But  in  the  Barca  desert 
Where      the     hippodoodles 

play, 
The  water  in  the  rivers 
Just    dries    up    and    blows 

away. 


BOATS 

Hitch  up  your  cattle 
And  drive  to  Seattle 
To  see  all  the  boats  come 

in  — 
From  Kibi  and  Kobi 
And  Panama  Dobi 
And  some  from  the  Islands 

of  Myn. 
They're  bringing  us  rices 
And  cocoa  and  spices 
And  pineapples  done  up  in 

tin, 
And  maybe  Aunt  Dinah 
Will  come  back  from  China 
If  ever  the  boats  get  in. 


PRETTY  THINGS 

Pretty  poppies, 
Pretty  trees, 

Pretty  little  lettuce-leaves, 
Pretty  pebbles, 
Red  and  brown, 
Pretty  floating  thistle-down. 
Pretty  baby, 
Curly  head, 

Standing  in  a  pansy-bed, 
Pretty  clouds 
All  white  and  curled  — 
O     the     great,    big    pretty 
world ! 


DID  YOU   EVER? 

Did    you    ever  go     to    the 

watering  trough 
And    watch     the    sparrows 

drink  ? 
Did  you  ever  go  to  Potter's 

pond 
And  see  the  divers  sink? 
Did   you   ever  steal   to   the 

barn   at  night 
And    watch    the    hoot-owls 

think  ? 


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THE   PARTY 

Billy  Bluebird  had  a  party 

In  an  elder  tree, 

But     the     little     black-eyed 

smarty 
Did  n't  ask  us  to  his  party 
Neither  you  nor  me. 

This  is  what  they  had  for 
dinner, 

For  I  peeked  to  see: 

Apple  seeds  and  beetle  fin- 
ner, 

And  for  drink  the  little  sin- 
ner 

Gave  them  tansy  tea. 


But    there   came    an    awful 

clatter 
From  that  elder  tree, 
When  he  served  them  on  a 

platter 
Hopper-hash  and  brick-dust 

batter 
Trimmed  with  celery! 

All  the  folks  were  hale  and 

hearty, 
Happy  as  could  be; 
And    that    little    black-eyed 

smarty 
Left  out  of  his  funny  party 
Only  you  and  me. 


TERRIBLE  TIM 

Haven't  you  heard  of  Ter- 
rible Tim! 
Well,   don't  you  get  in   the 

way  of  him. 
He  eats  lions  for  breakfast 
And  leopards  for  lunch, 
And  gobbles  them  down 
With  one  terrible  crunch. 
He  could  mix  a  whole  city 
All  up  in  a  mess, 
He  could  drink  up  a  sea 
Or  an  ocean,  I  guess. 
You'd    better   be   watching 

for  Terrible  Tim, 
And  run  when  you  first  get 
your  peepers  on  him. 


WHAT'S  THE   USE? 

"What's  the  use," 
Said  the  goose, 
To  swim  like  a  frog, 
When  you  go  just  as  far 
If  you  float  on  a  log?" 

"Why  should  I," 

Said  the  fly, 

"Suck  an  old  apple-core, 

When  there 's  sugar  and  fruit 

In  the  grocery  store?" 

"It's  but  right," 

Said  the  kite, 

'That  I  follow  the  wind. 

What's  a  fellow  to  do 

If  he  hasn't  a  mind?" 

"You'll  allow," 
Said  the  cow, 
'  That  I  'm  really  no  thief, 
When  I  turn  all  the  clover 
I  steal,  into  beef." 

"Come  again," 

Said  the  hen, 

"On  some  other  fine  day. 

Don't  think  'cause  I  cackle 

I  always  must  lay." 


RAG-MAN,  RAG-MAN,  TAGGY,  TAGGY,  RAG-MAN 


THE   RAG-MAN 

"Rag-man,  rag-man, 

Taggy>  taggy>  rag-man, 

Tell    us   what   you've    got 

there  in  your  sack." 

« 
"Oh — it's  full  of  rimes  and 

riddles, 
Jingles,  jokes,  and  hi-de- 

diddles— 
This  bundle  that  I  carry 

on  my  back." 

"O  tell  us,  funny  rag-man, 
Grinny,  skinny  rag-man, 
Where    did    you    pick    up 
your  funny  rimes?" 

"Some  were  dancing  with 
corn-flowers, 

Some  were  hiding  in 
church-towers, 

And  sprinkled  helter- 
skelter  by  the  chimes." 

"Rag-man,  rag-man, 
Nice  old  taggy  rag-man, 
Sing    us    just    one    jingle, 
tingle  song." 


"Why,  my  dears,  I've  got 

a  plenty, 
Sing  you  one?    I'll    sing 

you   twenty — 
I  've     been     hoping    you 

would     ask     me     all 

along." 

WHENEVER  I  GO  OUT 

TO  WALK 
Whenever  I  go  out  to  walk, 
All  the  geese  begin  to  gawk ; 
And  when  I  start  to  wander 

back, 
All  the  ducks  begin  to  quack. 


HINKY,   PINKY,   PEARLY   EARL 

Hinky,  pinky,  pearly  earl, 
Twenty  nobles  and  a  churl; 
Some  are  fat  and  some  are  lean, 
One  in  red  and  one  in  green  — 
Prior,  priest,  and  pearly  earl, 
Twenty  nobles  and  a  churl. 


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MOON,  O  MOON  IN  THE  EMPTY  SKY 

Moon,  O  Moon  in  the  empty  sky, 

Why  do  you  swing  so  low? 

Pretty  moon  with  the  silver  rin^ 

And  the  long  bright  beams  where  the  fairies  cling, 

Where  do  you  always  go? 

I  go  to  the  land  of  the  Siamese, 

Ceylon  and  the  Great  Plateau, 

Over  the  seas  where  Sinbad  sailed, 

Where  Moses  crossed  and     Pharaoh  failed,- 

There's  where  I  always  go. 


VI 


SONNY 

A  sailor  gave  his  sonny 
Nearly  half  a  pint  of  money 
And  sent  him  out  to  buy  a 

ton  of  coal; 
But  he  met  a  poor  old  miser 
Who  told  him  it  were  wiser 
To  bury  all  his  money  in  a 

hole. 

A  sailor  gave  his  sonny 
Nearly  half  a  pint  of  money 
And  told  him  he  should  buy 

a  suit  of  clothes; 
But  he  saw  a  pretty  maiden 


With    all    kinds    of    posies 

laden, 
And    he    gave    her    all    his 

money   for  a  rose. 

Then    the    sailor    gave    his 

sonny 
Nearly  half  a  pint  of  money 
To  buy  a  little  garden  and 

a  house; 
But  he  found  him  the  next 

day, 
In  a  shop  on  Yesler  Way, 
A-buying  cheese  and  crack- 
ers for  a  mouse. 

THE   STOVE 

A  stove  is  a  thing  that  gets 

awfully  hot, 
And  fries  up  your  meat,  or 

whatever  you  Ve  got. 
It's   made  out  of  iron   and 

hinges  and  screws, 
And  filled  up  with  shakers, 

and   dampers,  and   flues. 
It's  not  very  long  and  it's 

not  very  wide; 
It's  got  black 'ning  on  top 

and  ashes  inside. 


HE  GAVE  HER  ALL  HIS  MONEY  FOR  A  ROSE 


I'VE   GOT  A  YELLOW   PUPPY 


I  've  got  a  yellow  puppy, 
And    I  've    got    a    speckled 

hen, 
I  've  got  a  lot  of  little 
Spotted  piggies  in  a  pen. 
I  've  got  a  gun  that  used  to 

shoot, 
Another  one  that  squirts, 


I  've    got    some    horehound 

candy 
And  a  pair  of  woolen  shirts. 
I  've  got  a  little  rubber  ball 
They  use  for  playing  golf, 
And   mamma   thinks   that's 

maybe   why 
I  've  got  the  whooping-cough. 


DISCRETION 

A  man  with  a  nickel, 
A  sword,  and  a  sickle, 
A  pipe,  and  a  paper  of  pins 
Set  out  for  the  Niger 
To  capture  a  tiger — 
And   that's   how    my    story 
begins. 

When  he  saw  the  wide  ocean, 

He  soon  took  a  notion 

'T  would  be   nicer   to   stay 

with  his  friends. 
So  he  traded  his  hat 
For  a  tortoise-shell  cat — 
And  that's  how  the  chronicle 

ends. 


A   BEETLE    ONCE   SAT 

ON   A  BARBERRY 

TWIG 

A  beetle  once  sat  on  a  bar- 
berry twig, 

And  turned  at  the  crank  of 
a  thingum-a-jig. 

Needles  for  hornets,  nippers 
for  ants, 

For  the  bumblebee  baby  a 
new  pair  of  pants, 

For  the  grizzled  old  gopher 
a  hat  and  a  wig, 

The  beetle  ground  out  of 
his   thingum-a-jig. 


RAIN 

The  lightning  split  the  sky 

in  two 
And    set    the    clouds    to 

leaking 
Just    as     dear    old     Pastor 

Brown 
Began  his  Sunday  speaking. 

He  told  about  the  awful  rain 
That  fell  in  Noah's  day, 
And  one  by  one  the  happy 

smiles 
Began  to  fade  away. 


In  half  an  hour  the  people 
all 

Put  on  their  rubber  coats, 

And  when  he  finished  every- 
one 

Was  out  and  building  boats. 

OLD  FATHER 
McNETHER 

Old  Father  McNether 
He  sorts  out  the  weather 
And  takes  what  he  pleases, 

I  'm  told, 
With  a  big  turkey-feather 
He  mixes  the  weather, 
And  makes  it  blow  hot  and 

blow  cold. 

JERRY  WAS  A  JOKER 

Jerry  was  a  joker. 

He  carried  off  the  poker 

And  dressed  it  up  from  head 
to  heel 

In  clover-tops  and  orange- 
peel 

And  fed  it  bones  and  barley 
meal. 

Poor  old  Rusty  Poker! 


OLD    FATHER  McNETHER 


£-  iaaui 


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JELLY  JAKE   AND 
BUTTER   BILL 

Jelly  Jake  and  Butter  Bill 

One  dark  night  when  all 
was  still 

Pattered  down  the  long,  dark 
stair, 

And  no  one  saw  the  guilty 
pair; 

Pushed  aside  the  pantry- 
door 

And  there  found  everything 
galore, — 

Honey,  raisins,  orange-peel, 


Cold  chicken  aplenty  for  a 

meal, 
Gingerbread  enough  to  fill 
Two  such  boys  as  Jake  and 

Bill. 
Well,  they  ate  and  ate  and 

ate, 
Gobbled  at  an  awful  rate 
Till     I'm     sure     they    soon 

weighed  more 
Than  double  what  they  did 

before. 
And  then,  it's  awful,  still  it's 

true, 


The    floor    gave    way    and 

they  went  thru. 
Filled  so  full  they  couldn't 

fight. 
Slowly    they    sank    out    of 

sight 
Father,  Mother,  Cousin  Ann, 
Cook  and  nurse  and  furnace 

man 
Fished  in  forty -dozen  ways 
After  them,  for  twenty  days; 
But  not  a  soul  has  chanced 

to  get 


A    glimpse    or   glimmer    of 

them  yet. 
And    I'm    afraid    we    never 

will- 
Poor  Jelly  Jake  and   Butter 

Bill. 

CUT   UP  A  CAPER 

Cut  up  a  caper, 

You  've  got  a  paper 

And   I  Ve  got  a  widget  of 

string. 
You  be  the  army 
And  let  nothing  harm  me 
For   I   am   the  captain  and 

king. 


I  |5lo,n,oK/e  fis  h*erU)riqk)lr  • 


~   |5lixn,oVi/e  tia 


WE'RE  GOING  TO  HAVE  A  TREAT 


EAT,  EAT,  EAT 

Here  come  the  sweet  pota- 
toes 

And  here's  the  Sunday 
meat, 

I  guess  we  must  be  ready 
now 

To  eat,  eat,  eat. 

I  m  going  to  have  the  nicey 

plate 
And  Daddy's  leather  seat, 
And  wear  my  patent-leather 

shoes 
To  eat,  eat,  eat. 

My    Daddy's    talking    all 

about 
The    war,    and    some    old 

fleet, 
I  wonder  if  he  never,  never, 
Never  wants  to  eat. 

We're  going  to  have  some 

apple-cake, 
We're    going    to    have    a 

treat. 
O  hurry,  hurry,  Daddy, 
Let  us  eat,  eat,  eat. 


HETTY  HUTTON 

Hetty  Hutton, 
Here's  a  button, 
Sew  it  on  your  dress. 
Willie  Waller, 
Here's  a  dollar, 
Maybe  more  or  less. 
Mister  Shuster, 
Here's  a  rooster, 
Put  him  in  a  pen. 
Mister  Saxon, 
Get  an  ax  an' 
Let  him  out  again. 


A  BIG,  FAT  POTATO 

A  big,  fat  potato  lay  down  on  a  clod 

In  the  shade  of  some  burdock  and  tall  goldenrod, 

And  he  dreamed  he  were  king  of  the  whole  garden  plot, 

With  a  palace  and  throne,  and  a  crown  with  a  lot 

Of  jewels  and  diamonds  and  gold  till  it  shone 

Like  the  front  of  a  show  when  the  lights  are  turned  on. 


He  had  to  be  minded  by 
all  of  the  plants; 

When  he  whistled  the  rad- 
ishes knew  they  must 
dance; 

When  he  tooted  his  horn 
the  cucumbers  must  sing 

To  a  vegetable  crowd  gath- 
ered round  in  a  ring. 

He  made  all  the  cabbages 
stand  in  a  row 

While  a  sunflower  instructed 
them  just  how  to  grow; 

The  bright  yellow  pumpkins 
he  painted  light  blue; 

Took  the  clothes  off  the 
scare-crow  and  made  him 
buy  new. 


He  strutted  and  sputtered  and 

thought  it  was  grand 
To  be  king  and  commander 

o'er  all  the  wide  land. 
But  at  last  he  woke  up  with 

an  awful  surprise 
And    found    a    blind    mole 

kicking  sand  in  his  eyes. 

A  BUNDLE  OF  HAY 

A  bundle  of  hay 

From  Baffin's  Bay, 

A  johnny-cake  from  Rome, 

A  man  and  a  mule 

From  Ultima  Thule 

To  carry  the  cargo  home. 


^^^^ji^ii^i^^ 


PETER,  POPPER 

Peter,  popper,  dopper,  Dan, 
Catch  a  moonbeam   if  you 

can; 
Climb  a  cedar  ten  feet  high 
And    pick  the  planets  from 

the  sky. 
You're  a  wonder,  little  man— 
Peter,  popper,  dopper,  Dan. 


OLD  FATHER  ANNUM 

Old     Father     Annum     on 

New  Year's  Day 
Picked     up     his     bag     of 

months   and   years, 
Thrust   in    his   hand    in   a 

careless  way, 
And   pulled   a  wee   fellow 

out  by  the  ears. 
"There  you  are,"  said  he  to 

the  waiting  crowd, 
"He's    as    good    as    any    I 

have  in  my  pack. 
I  never  can  tell,  but  I  hope 

to  be  proud 
Of  the  little  rascal  when  I 

come  back." 

THE  TIPPANY 
FLOWER 

0  what  will  you  take  for  a 

tippany  flower, 
And  what  will  you  take  for 
a  pansy? 

1  '11    take    a    smile    for    the 

tippany  flower, 
And   a   kiss   for   the   pretty 
pansy. 


OLD   FATHER  ANNUM 


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HERE    COMES    A    CABBAGE 

Here  comes  a  cabbage  with  a  bonnet  on  its  head, 
A  pretty  purple  bonnet  with  a  bow  of  blue  and  red; 
And  here  comes  a  bottle  with  a  collar  'round  its  neck, 
A  handsome  linen  collar,  too,  without  a  spot  or  speck; 
Next  comes  a  meat-saw,  his  job  is  biting  beef, 
And  according  to  the  cleaver  he  has  gold  in  all  his  teeth; 
And  last  of  all  there  comes  along,  amid  the  ringing  cheers, 
A  princely  Indian  corn-stalk  with  rings  in  both  his  ears. 


